I'm trying to squeeze blood from stone while everyone else is holding cheese
Man please, mind battery battering angels wings held on broken backs
Forever wallowing in social trench Grinch
And hidden in the cracks is the new age dinosaurs, y'know the ones
Carried their heart in the their forearms
Sliced papers wrists to watch the words pour out in broken fragmented sentences
Devoted to shrugging at empty stomachs and dust storms in our alleyways
Just put up towers more to create a nice view of the heavens
Surfing the clouds and fingering God because He is never gonna catch us 
We buried Him in the second chapter we titled the thousands
Dancing on graves
Collecting land and making borders in blood
One for the pound of flesh we cut from our chest
Placed our hearts on the trading block and got silver characters taking them
Yet we're not reminded but for a second
Fast placed, last placed morals root canal
I guess it struck a nerve and how fun it is to fucked when you're not really there
Sneaking out the back door
Where's that pointy tailed brimstone shark?
Pitch forked tongue
Playing guitar for the feeling of strings dancing relationships
He's laughing at our old man and the epitaph reading three question marks and no will
Murderous children playing forever
Nightlife
And a soundtrack funeral for a friend